Post by Elda Forever on Mar 20, 2011 3:32:08 GMT -5
Eeeesh..I might regret this, but I figure if I don't now I'll throw out her profile entirely. 
Now Poppy has to make her charrie that's supposed to parallel mine!
Also, I have her blog entry as well, but I dunno if I should leave it out or put it in or not. *shrug*
Current username: EldaForever
Character’s name: Sarah Jane (Kleio – pronounced like 'Ku-LAY-oh') Tompkins
Character’s approx. age: 16
Character’s physical appearance: Stockily built and extra curvy, her hair is dyed a vibrant red hue and is kept long and straight. Grey eyes, 5'6”.
Character's personality: SJ has always felt like the lesser girl in the room, the ignored one at the back. She has a sister who is three years her senior named Annette, and she feels like she is constantly being compared to her popular, extroverted sister. Herself quiet and more interested in writing and wit than cheerleading and chumps, SJ silently seethed while her mother sung her sister's praises. But don't think Sarah Jane is one to wait around for things to change. She's driven and stubborn, and good at school, science in particular. And she likes to write. Especially dark, in-your-face satire or heavy allegories. Poetry never beckoned to her, but she enjoys blogging online, and has created quite a following at school with her anonymous point of views, which are often sarcastic.
She loves nicknames, and hates her plain, boring real name, so she insists on people calling her Kleio, or at least SJ instead.
Two-paragraph sample post:
Gossip Girl? She has nothing on me. SJ pulled open her laptop and waited impatiently for it to start up, tapping her fingers on the desk, her lips pouted in thought while she mentally went over the day's events. Every thought seemed translucent, without visible merit and incapable of being captured, but she tried to organize it. Instantly, she began to type it out, finding the words clearer once they appeared behind the curtain of that little blinking line. It all came out quickly, the snide remarks, the references to Beowulf, the loathing of Jersey Shore and contemplation on narwhals. When she was finished, she let out a contented sigh, feeling like she had just let everything on her chest to a close friend.
She submitted the blog entry, sitting back into her chair and giving Beorn the rest of her Twizzler. “You know what, BB?” she contemplated aloud, “I think that Mardi Gras party the Uppers are talking about might be fun. Maybe I can sneak us in, whaddya say? Donkey? Me the head, you the rear?”
The enormous mastiff just looked at her stupidly, and she rolled her eyes. She rolled her chair over, taking the dog's face in her hands and wrinkling her nose at him.
“Fine, fine, you can be the head... just stop making that face at me, you'll get wrinkles.” At that, she pulled on his loose and baggy face with her thumbs, making it tug gently back and pull on his cheeks, as he calmly looked up at her with wide eyes. SJ just chuckled at him, releasing him from the shape-shift and patting his head. “You're such a lovely, stupid dog.”
"Sarah!" her mother called from downstairs, the familiar sound of grocery bags being plopped down on the corner meeting her ears. SJ rolled her eyes at the name, but didn't respond. She hated the plain, common name. She hated that it meant 'princess', like she was some stuck up snob. But she also hated that airy, giddy tone in her mother's voice as she added, "Come see what we got for your party!"
Slipping out of her room and right past her mother to pull out the groceries mechanically, she avoided her mother's gaze pointedly, as well as Annete's. Her fair-haired sister just sent her an understanding look, avoiding the conflict and being as quiet as the dead. That usually meant her mother had been rambling about SJ again to her sister.
"No one would come, mom," she groaned. They'd been over this before, a hundred times. "Nina's out of town with her family, and that concludes anyone I would want to come over. Planning a party for nobody is ridiculous. I don't even like parties. We could just go out to eat as a family, you know, together, and-"
"Nonsense, you should have a party for your birthday! And we'll find you..."
And thus came the rant, largely ignored by SJ. She knew that if it came down to it, her mother would invite her friends' daughters to come 'hang out' with SJ. But she didn't want that. She didn't want to talk to people she didn't know. She just wanted to be left alone..
Actor Image (optional): Amber Wallace
Now Poppy has to make her charrie that's supposed to parallel mine! Also, I have her blog entry as well, but I dunno if I should leave it out or put it in or not. *shrug*
Current username: EldaForever
Character’s name: Sarah Jane (Kleio – pronounced like 'Ku-LAY-oh') Tompkins
Character’s approx. age: 16
Character’s physical appearance: Stockily built and extra curvy, her hair is dyed a vibrant red hue and is kept long and straight. Grey eyes, 5'6”.
Character's personality: SJ has always felt like the lesser girl in the room, the ignored one at the back. She has a sister who is three years her senior named Annette, and she feels like she is constantly being compared to her popular, extroverted sister. Herself quiet and more interested in writing and wit than cheerleading and chumps, SJ silently seethed while her mother sung her sister's praises. But don't think Sarah Jane is one to wait around for things to change. She's driven and stubborn, and good at school, science in particular. And she likes to write. Especially dark, in-your-face satire or heavy allegories. Poetry never beckoned to her, but she enjoys blogging online, and has created quite a following at school with her anonymous point of views, which are often sarcastic.
She loves nicknames, and hates her plain, boring real name, so she insists on people calling her Kleio, or at least SJ instead.
Two-paragraph sample post:
Gossip Girl? She has nothing on me. SJ pulled open her laptop and waited impatiently for it to start up, tapping her fingers on the desk, her lips pouted in thought while she mentally went over the day's events. Every thought seemed translucent, without visible merit and incapable of being captured, but she tried to organize it. Instantly, she began to type it out, finding the words clearer once they appeared behind the curtain of that little blinking line. It all came out quickly, the snide remarks, the references to Beowulf, the loathing of Jersey Shore and contemplation on narwhals. When she was finished, she let out a contented sigh, feeling like she had just let everything on her chest to a close friend.
She submitted the blog entry, sitting back into her chair and giving Beorn the rest of her Twizzler. “You know what, BB?” she contemplated aloud, “I think that Mardi Gras party the Uppers are talking about might be fun. Maybe I can sneak us in, whaddya say? Donkey? Me the head, you the rear?”
The enormous mastiff just looked at her stupidly, and she rolled her eyes. She rolled her chair over, taking the dog's face in her hands and wrinkling her nose at him.
“Fine, fine, you can be the head... just stop making that face at me, you'll get wrinkles.” At that, she pulled on his loose and baggy face with her thumbs, making it tug gently back and pull on his cheeks, as he calmly looked up at her with wide eyes. SJ just chuckled at him, releasing him from the shape-shift and patting his head. “You're such a lovely, stupid dog.”
"Sarah!" her mother called from downstairs, the familiar sound of grocery bags being plopped down on the corner meeting her ears. SJ rolled her eyes at the name, but didn't respond. She hated the plain, common name. She hated that it meant 'princess', like she was some stuck up snob. But she also hated that airy, giddy tone in her mother's voice as she added, "Come see what we got for your party!"
Slipping out of her room and right past her mother to pull out the groceries mechanically, she avoided her mother's gaze pointedly, as well as Annete's. Her fair-haired sister just sent her an understanding look, avoiding the conflict and being as quiet as the dead. That usually meant her mother had been rambling about SJ again to her sister.
"No one would come, mom," she groaned. They'd been over this before, a hundred times. "Nina's out of town with her family, and that concludes anyone I would want to come over. Planning a party for nobody is ridiculous. I don't even like parties. We could just go out to eat as a family, you know, together, and-"
"Nonsense, you should have a party for your birthday! And we'll find you..."
And thus came the rant, largely ignored by SJ. She knew that if it came down to it, her mother would invite her friends' daughters to come 'hang out' with SJ. But she didn't want that. She didn't want to talk to people she didn't know. She just wanted to be left alone..
Actor Image (optional): Amber Wallace
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